Chapter Twenty-Eight

Calla

He was pissed. I could see it. Hell, I could feel it. The man looked as if he wanted to tear me limb from limb, as slowly and painfully as possible. I took another drink, the buzz would give me courage, I hoped. I considered moving out of the kitchen, but he had me cornered. The way he was looking at me was only a little frightening. I knew he would never hurt me, but it was clear he would like to.

“Blake?” he said again. The question hanging there.

I cleared my throat. “He’s a man that I, we, well, we’ve been off and on for a couple years.”

His eyes dropped to small slits. “He’s who?”

“We were together a couple years. We broke up and have tried to get back together off and off over the past several months. Holly called him. I don’t know why. It was stupid, but she tends to do really dumb things when she is freaking out. She told him about me getting lost and he showed up at the lodge. He’s up there raising hell and just being a bit of a dick in general. It’s what he does.”

“Blake is your boyfriend?” he asked, in a way that made me want to deny it. I couldn’t lie to the man. He would see right through it.

“It’s complicated,” I tried to explain.

The man stepped closer. I could feel his breath on my face as he towered over me. His size was intimidating. I knew he was big, but in that particular moment, he felt huge.

“You have a boyfriend, but you’ve been here fucking me?” he seethed, through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, I felt very small. It was a novel feeling. I wasn’t used to feeling small. Technically speaking, I wasn’t small. I was bigger than the average woman.

“Jake, it’s hard to explain. He’s not my boyfriend, we broke up months ago. He’s more like a bad habit. I try to get away and he’s right back, pulling me in,” I explained in a soft tone, like I would talk to a frightened animal.

I could feel him trembling with anger. I was trembling as well, but it wasn’t out of fear. Seeing him so primal, so jealous was making me hot. Blake was not the kind of guy who would fight for me or defend my honor. Jake made me feel like the classic damsel in distress. He made me feel valuable, as if I was worth fighting for. I didn’t consider myself an old-fashioned girl or a raging feminist, but I really liked the idea of a man like Jake being jealous and angry over the idea I had another man who wanted me. This week, anyway. Jake didn’t seem to hear the part about the off and on thing.

I stepped back, my butt pressing against the kitchen counter. I wasn’t going anywhere. Jake’s body was pressing into mine.

“I’ll help you break that habit. By the time I’m done with you, Blake will never measure up again. He will be a distant memory. You’ll never be able to fuck another man without thinking of me.”

His voice was husky, his words brushing across my face, sending a shiver down my spine. I could smell the liquor on his breath and was eager to suck it from his tongue.

I opened my mouth to try and explain that Blake wasn’t competition, but he took that as an invitation. His mouth slammed into mine and his hands were on my waist, yanking me against him.

He moaned as his lips crushed against my own, slamming my lips against my teeth. His tongue was halfway down my throat, and his hands were moving to my butt. He made fists in my flesh as he held my pelvis close against his. I could feel his erection pushing against me but was unable to move to grind against it.

Jake’s hands dropped my ass and moved to grab my hair with both fists, yanking it back, driving my chin up with the force. His mouth left mine and devoured my exposed neck, sucking hard before biting my flesh. I couldn’t move my head with it controlled by his hands in my hair.

My body was under the loveliest assault and I was helpless to do anything. I didn’t want to stop him. The man was moving hard and fast and I was more than happy to go along for the ride.

“Jake,” I cried out, when I heard my shirt tearing from my body.

He had grabbed the collar and ripped. I gasped as the cold air in the room washed over my skin. His hands yanked my bra up, freeing my breasts a moment before his mouth clamped over one nipple—his hands roughly kneading and pulling at the sensitive flesh.

“Say my name,” he growled, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

“Jake,” I yelled as he suckled hard. I could feel the painful pleasure in my toes.

“Say it again!”

“Jake,” I moaned under his aggressive ministrations.

His hands were pushing my leggings down over my hips. I tried to help, partly out of fear he would shred them. In one move he ripped them off my legs before spinning me around, using a knee to force my legs open and pushing my face down to the cold, smooth surface of the counter. My bra fell to the ground, the remnants of my torn shirt ripped away.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you don’t remember your name,” he growled.

I flinched when I felt the head of his penis, edging closer. I was wet, but I didn’t know if I was ready to take his girth.

“Jake,” I said his name in hesitation, but the word ended up being torn from my mouth as his dick pushed inside, splitting the folds and driving in with such force I nearly slid across the counter.

I screamed as he pounded my body with his. My body clenched and spasmed around him. One hand was in my hair, pulling my head back, up and off the counter as he drove into me.

“Say my fucking name!” he shouted.

I felt paralyzed, my mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. Sensations were spiraling throughout my body as my mind tried to put together the appropriate response to what was happening. It was too good, too hot and too fucking mind-blowing.

His hand in my hair pulled me back, lifting my torso from the counter. His other hand reached around, grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple.

Another scream tore through my throat as the orgasm washed over me.

“One, that’s one,” he whispered in my ear before dropping my hair.

His fingers trailed down my spine as he pulled out. I sucked in gulps of air, assuming he was finished. A hard, open-handed smack on my ass sent me reeling forward.

“Ready for two?” he growled, shoving a hand between my legs and pushing in two fingers.

I wanted to say yes and no at the same time. My pussy was tingling as was the ass cheek he had slapped. My breasts were throbbing in the best way as well. He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled his fingers out, grabbed my hand and pushed me to the floor between the kitchen and the living area.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

I did as I was told, the cold, hardwood floors a shock to my knees. I heard his pants hit the floor and shook in anticipation. He was kneeling behind me. I prepared myself to be entered. When he slid his cock inside, I clenched my jaw. The position was erotic. He was in full control. I was submitting to him and he knew it. I knew it and I didn’t care. I wanted to. I wanted to give myself completely to him.

He thrust inside and when he was deeply seated, he pushed a little higher.

“Cum. Now,” he ordered.

I wanted to tell him it wasn’t quite like that, but I was wrong. I could feel my body adjusting and clenching his cock. I looked over my shoulder to see him high above me, looking down at my ass as he gently rubbed his fingertips across the wide expanse of flesh with his body pressed against me. His dark gaze met mine, sending bolts of lightning through my body at the intimate connection. I felt his cock throbbing deep inside, sending me to the edge of another climax.

My back rounded and then arched, taking him all the way as my body began to weep around his dick. I had thought to stop the orgasm, but I was lost, riding the wave all alone without him even moving. He pulled out, pushed me to the floor and rolled me over. His mouth slammed over my breast, where he began to nibble on my nipple, his hand between my legs.

I whimpered when one finger stroked over my clit. “Jake, I can’t,” I moaned. “Wait, I can’t,” I pleaded. My pussy felt swollen and raw in the best way.

He ignored my requests, fingering my clit and pulling another orgasm from my exhausted body. He rose to his knees and slid down my body. My eyes were squeezed closed, my head rolled back and forth against the hard floor as my body writhed. I had lost all semblance of control over my body.

“Jake,” I whispered.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his mouth over my pussy, the words sending tingling sensations down my legs.

“Jake, I’m spent,” I told him, knowing there was nothing more to give. He had wrung me dry.

His mouth closed over my pussy. When I didn’t immediately respond, he growled. The sound vibrated over my clit. His hand pushed my leg wide, before bending my knee and raising it higher, completely opening me to his view. I couldn’t argue or hide myself. The lantern I had turned on earlier illuminated my body. With two fingers he spread the lips of my pussy before running his tongue over my slit.

I jerked, my legs involuntarily trying to close. He moved one hand to hold my leg up and open as his tongued lapped up and down as if my pussy was the best tasting ice cream cone. When he pushed his tongue inside, I was convinced I was dying. Stars erupted in front of my eyes. He wiggled his tongue, deeper before using the pad of his thumb to manipulate the abused nub that was far too sensitive.

Another scream rent the air as my body flailed on the floor. He was pushing inside before the orgasm finished. His massive cock stretching me once again. My pussy clamped down tight around his dick, locking him in place as he rocked back and forth, pushing me higher.

“Jake. Jake is the man who can make you scream. Remember that,” he whispered above my lips before pressing them against my own. My mouth opened as he forced his tongue deep inside, the movement imitating his dick pushing inside me. I felt completely invaded by the man.

I surrendered, body and soul.

His pumping increased in speed, I could feel him spinning higher. I managed to lift one of my limp arms, spread my hand wide and slapped his backside as hard as I could.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

I did it again.

“Calla!” his roar filled my ears.

I slapped him again before lifting my head and biting his neck. I sucked on his neck, my fingers digging into his back as he fucked me hard and deep. I moved my mouth over his neck and bit down again.

He grunted and jerked, his body stiffening. I squeezed his tight ass hard, pulling him deeper inside as he squirted his hot seed deep inside my body.

He collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart slamming in his chest and hitting my own. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. As I lay there trying to calm my trembling body, I knew Jake was right. No man would ever compare to him. I would never enjoy sex again without him. I was forever ruined.